A straight man who is ignorant × a paranoid and sensitive little pitiful person with tuberculosis
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Byrne didn't like going to church as a child, until he met his new neighbor.
Xiwei paddled across the glistening water in the alleyway. The appearance of the thin gentleman had long been blurred in his memory. He only remembered the fragile temperament similar to that of Enoch. The man's trembling hand was holding little Enoch, but it was completely different from his father. Little Enoch had a smile on his face and looked directly at Bourne with his clear eyes. His dirty, fleshy little hand stretched out to Bourne, as if he wanted to hold his hand.
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It can be regarded as the first work in my life. The original intention of writing an article was written when I was in high school. Looking back, it really seems like a lifetime ago.
A somewhat (actually not a little bit) sad Western fantasy (only the West, no fantasy) short story
Purpose: Save literary and artistic youth
